Z …Day 26. Last day of A to Z blogging challenge.
I have seven sisters and three brothers.It was not a quiet household.I shared a bedroom with my sisters.Four of us to a bed.
My best memories are of lying in bed watching my sisters get ready to go dancing at the weekend, and also of us all singing in bed at night time before going to sleep. The nightclubs they went to were ; Sloopys,Lord Johns,The Revolution and of course….Z is for Zhivagos 🙂
Z is also for zzzzzzzzzzzz falling asleep singing at night.
I loved watching my sisters
Getting ready to go dancing;romancing
They’d sing along to the Beatles,
Sandy Shaw, Dusty Springfield
Listen to Radio Luxembourg,
Catherine would sing ‘Downtown‘
She thought she was Petula Clarke
I’d close my eyes and picture them
To the beat of the music
they’d dance in basement nightclubs
And sipped martinis
I didn’t know what a martini was,
But it sounded lovely.
‘Where are you going?’ I’d ask
‘To Zhivagos’ Joan would say
‘Where love stories begin’
Lily and Catherine would laugh.
At the sound of a horn beeping,
They’d run down the stairs
and out the door.
I’d lie across the bed
with Enda and Barbara
Stick our heads out the window
and watch them
clamber into the back seat
of some ‘aul banger.
Amid fits of laughter,
they’d speed down the road
in a hail of cigarette smoke
and exhaust fumes
We’d get into bed and sing.
‘We all live in a yellow submarine.’
‘Roses are red my love, violets are blue..ooh ooh….’
I loved the ‘ooh ooh’ part. 🙂
I couldn’t wait to be old enough
To dance in Zhivagos and fall in love.
When Deirdre came home,
she’d sing Leonard Cohen songs.
We’d let her sing a few verses of
‘Suzanne takes me down to a place by the river‘
before butting in with
‘Row row row your boat, gently down the stream…’
We’d laugh when someone
sang the ‘merrily merrily’ part too soon
Da would shout up to tell us to go asleep
‘You’ll wake the baby’
Annette slept in the cot in mammys room.
We’d stay quiet for a while,
then start singing again …
‘Monsieur Dupont..la la la la…Monsieur Dupont..la la la la‘.
The la la’s got louder and louder
as we tried to out sing each other.
We sang until we fell asleep
Hours later,the nightclubbers
would sneak back up the stairs.
Whispering and gigglling
as they removed their make up
with ponds cold cream
before getting undressed
and climbing into bed in the dark.
I’d listen to them recall the nights events.
Who they met.
What fella asked them up to dance.
What the other girls were wearing.
I’d pretend to be asleep
Until they put cold feet on my back.
I’d let a roar and they’d shush me up,
Afraid of getting into trouble
for coming in so late.
‘Did any love stories begin?’ I’d ask.
‘Not tonight sis’ they’d say ‘not tonight’
We’d snuggle in together and sing –
...Merrily merrily merrily merrily,
Life is but a dream 🙂